She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and let her big tits rub against his chest for a few moments. She kissed his mouth. The first kiss was gentle, but then she felt his mouth pressing down roughly on hers. She opened her mouth and let his tongue slip inside her lips.

It felt strange to kiss her own father. The kiss seemed to last a long time, then finally Rick eased her away.

"Oh, damn," Rick said. "I should have known better than this. Are you sure you know what you're doing, baby?"

"I know," she said.

He shut the door. He pulled her back against him. He mashed her body against his, and she could feel his rigid cock filling his trousers. She thought about how she had promised herself to Bob, but now Bob seemed so very far away.

"Oh, Dad," she moaned. "Something's wrong with me. I feel weak and quivery all over."

"Oh, God," Rick said. "I haven't had a little thing like you in what seems like a hundred years. God, you've got a fine, little ass on you."

His big hands moved down and cupped her asscheeks. She could feel his fingers exploring her asscheeks and probing at her asscrack. Finally, he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up easily.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.

"To the bedroom," he answered.

Her father carried her as easily as he would have carried a small child. She knew he was going to fuck her when he got her upstairs. There wasn't going to be any of that kissing and making out that she'd been doing with the young boys. Her father was going to take what he wanted.

He carried her into the bedroom and dropped her down on the bed. He stepped back to look at her. She saw his eyes feasting on the strip of her thighs where her dress had pulled back. She didn't try to pull it back down. She enjoyed the heat of his eyes on her.